Give him wings

I know I talked about a few posts back about a boy's innate love for anything with wheels, but I did not really touch upon the boyish innate love for anything with wings. Let me do so now...

Maybe you can relate, but it seems as if the boys in my life are drawn to any vehicle that flies, hovers, takes off, soars. Their eyes are always to the sky.

As mentioned yesterday, we went to the beach with my family but not before stopping at our local small town airport for their annual open house and air show. I knew the boys in my life would enjoy the quick visit. And indeed they did. Papa and Zach stopped long enough to let me catch them in front of this ginormous propeller.

Zach had the opportunity to chat with a glider pilot extensively about his plane. The man was extremely generous with Zach, showing him every control and lever, and then let him sit in it. Pretty cool.

He even had the chance to sit in the massive cavity of a cockpit of a big bomber. I stood in there with him and marveled at the crazy amount of buttons and gears and dials. The manual for that thing must have been a bible. In fact, the manual for that thing must have been bigger for the one I needed for my life. Who is the person that knows how to fly this thing?! Take me back to the glider please.

And then Zach spotted a display case of model airplanes on sale in the gift shop. I don't know about your kid, but mine has a gift shop radar. He can sense one a mile away. Sure enough, he made his way to the display case and asked if Papa could lend him some spending cash. He came away with a British made "Mosquito". (Don't ask me anything more, that's all I know, just the name.) One of the docents stopped Zach and explained to him how it was made, where/when it flew. All I heard was blah blah blah mosquito blah blah blah.

After dinner, he took it (and his dreams) down to the beach for a spin.

I am sure that he was dreaming of flying off into the sunset on a top secret mission. Dreaming of sitting in the cockpit, knowing every control, dial, and lever...talking on the radio, the sun setting on the distant horizon over a vast empty sea of blue. Knowing and loving my son,  I dream it for him too.

Isn't that what a parent is supposed to do? Encourage his dreams? 

I say...

If a boy's heart wants wings, give him wings.

Happy Monday passengers.

You may now unfasten your seat belt and roam about the cabin. 

Enjoy your flight.